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A few years ago, Joshua picked "weeds" for a center piece for my birthday dinner. The next day they were shriveled up and I showed him they were dead before throwing them away. The next day he had picked the ones that had turned to seed, blown off the tops, and placed the stems in a cup of water for a new centerpiece. He proudly proclaimed "Look mom, I picked you flowers that won't die!". It was the sweetest thing ever!